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203RD ATTACK BATTALION REPORT
A squadron of ARC-170s provide escort for the trio of capital ships bound for the surface of Edichi, c. 17 BBY.
“RNS Dauntless. You are cleared to land at LZ-Alpha. Decrease throttle. Tugboats will guide you in.”
“We copy, reentering atmosphere… now. 470 clicks out and descending.” replied a commanding voice. The voice belonged to that of Fleet Admiral Lucien Condotta, who stood firmly in control at the center of the bridge of the Victory-class star destroyer, the Dauntless. From where he stood, he possessed an overarching view of the stations of each of the bridge staff. With their backs turned, manning the consoles, some still felt the heavy weight of the gaze of the distinguished Clone Wars fleet admiral.
“Routine landing sequence everyone. Day 471.. Still no scratches on the hull. Let’s keep it that way.” came a second, more hoarse and aged voice, to the right of Admiral Condotta - the First Mate, Jalen Ryon.
It was just that, another day. The crew of Dauntless were familiar with combat and the ins and outs of their ship, they’d be damned if they botched a landing. The bridge was eerily quiet, many of the crew unsure of what to expect. The boys on the ground had been given some time to construct their base. Hopefully their efforts paid off. It was nearly quiet except for one of the officers giving periodic updates regarding the ship’s altitude. “400 clicks. 350. 300… 100… 50… 25..”
A voice once again came through the radio, “We see you, Dauntless. Tugboats engaging tractor beams. Sit back and relax. We’ll take you in.” With that, there a subtle jolt in the ship as the tugs activated their tractor beams. Ever so gracefully did they ease the star destroyer into its specially constructed landing site, before breaking off to aid the two light cruisers in their landing.
Admiral Condotta heaved a sigh of relief, a smile crossing his tired features for the first time in many cycles, “Another happy landing.”
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Individuals gather around the holotable in the situation room, c. 17 BBY
“Sir, incoming transmission from an old Republic frequency.”
“Impossible, CT-4910. What other Republic assets were there on Edichi?” responded Lt. Blisk, padding towards the holotable at the center of the dimly situation room.
“Unsure. Though, there were other deployments, states the mission manifest.” said the communications officer.
“If more of our brothers are out there, we have to contact them.” said Blisk, hand held firmly upon the grip of his DC-17, as if ready to leap into action at this moment.
“Shall I patch them through?” asked the officer, shakily.
“Yes. Let’s hear what they have to say.”
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An example of a Republic propaganda/recruitment poster hung throughout the city.
Through the bustling streets Arranoc, which the clones have come to know it as, marched Clone Commander Attre. He was flanked by a squad of clones, among them Lucky and Octane. Each stride they took was with purpose - they had a clear destination as they brushed past the civilians on the sidewalk. It seemed that some of the citizens had cozied up to the clone troopers. That much, he was thankful for. They were surprisingly well received and weren’t blasted on sight. In all of the scenarios that played out in his head, he never foresaw the cheering at their arrival. With each face they passed, some waved, others smiled, while some children approached the white-clad men in curiosity - only to be guided away by their parents. We’re still outsiders, he thought. Trust doesn’t come by easily.
“We’re here sir.” declared one of the clone troopers, “City hall.” he and another trooper took up guard positions by the entrance, propping their long-barrelled DC-15s against their shoulders.
“So it seems.” said Attre, turning to the rest of his escort, “Alright, boys. Come in with me. Safety on - no mishaps. And do me a favor… don’t embarrass me.”
“You can count on it, sir.” said Lucky.
Attre scanned the visors of the rest of the troopers, seemingly satisfied with the answer. “Alright, after me.” he beckoned them to follow, flipping up his rangefinder as he ascended the stairs towards the city hall’s entrance.
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A clone trooper takes inventory as cargo and salvage is unloaded from the RNS Dauntless.
“It’s much less than I’d hoped, but we’ll have to make do.” said Sloane, swiping through the manifest upon his handheld datapad.
“Look at it this way - it’s a good start.” replied another clone.
“Maybe we can get some bacta tanks running - or better yet, refreshers with plumbing.” said Thorne, curiously popping open the lid of one of the cargo containers, only to find what appeared to be a large collection of scrap metal and debris.
Sloane chuckled lightly, shaking his head, “Don’t get your hopes up. We still got much to do.”
“Of course.” replied Thorne absently, intent on rummaging through the collection of cargo, overturning much of the metal scrap, and giving it a cursory inspection. He held in his hand what appeared to be part of a bulkhead of a discarded starfighter.
“Found something you’re looking for?” called out Sloane, still tapping away at the datapad.
“Hell, no. It’s just a bunch of… junk.”
“That junk is gonna come a long way towards our base.”
“Right...” the clone rolled his eyes, moving on to see what the next container held in store.
Meanwhile, Sloane had picked up a transmission. He set down his datapad, and brought his wrist to his helmet, flicking on the communicator on his wrist. “It’s Blisk.”
“Better answer it.” scoffed Thorne.
Sloane didn’t reply, patching himself in to Blisk’s comm.
“Sloane. We have a new directive. Attre wants you to kickstart the ARC trooper project. He needs special forces - flexible and dependable type. You up to the task?”
“O-of course, sir.” stammered Sloane, taken aback.
“Good.” said Blisk, allowing Sloane no time to think upon the proposal. “Five LAATs are inbound. One is for the ARC candidates. The other three are filled with the recruits from Arranoc. Fifth is additional troopers. You’re overseeing the training of this base’s troopers. Enjoy your promotion.”
“Not sure what to say, sir..”
“Don’t say anything. I’ll give you a full debrief later. Hey, you’re with Thorne, right? His objectives have been updated as well. Tell him for me, would ya? The Acclimator from the Arranoc mission is RTBing with what I believe to be all of our walkers. They’ll be of much better use here in the mountains than the hovertanks or the Juggernaut. Get them in forward defensive positions.”
“I’ll tell him.” said Sloane.
“No need, I have ears too.” called out Thorne, rifling through the contents of yet another crate, though obscured from view.
“And Thorne - mine the approaches towards Central Base. I want this area locked down. Motion sensors, artillery batteries, bunkers and pillboxes, you name it.”
“That can be arranged easily.” Thorne replied, carelessly tossing wreckage out from the crate and over his shoulder.
“Good. Then see to it. Blisk, out.” concluded Blisk, the transmission ending there afterward.
“Looks like we got our work cut out for us.” Sloane sighed.
“Another day in the Grand Army of the Republic.”
ACTIONS
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(Player) The 203rd Attack Battalion opens up communications with the 104th Battalion. Although wary of their intentions and authenticity, the 203rd displays interest in mutual assistance.
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(Mod) Recruitment persists throughout the city of Arranoc. Several posters and flyers display slogans such as “Support the Boys in White” or “We March Forward for the Republic.” and portray clone troopers in a noble, heroic light. As well as for the army, recruitment is open for the Republic Navy.
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(Mod) Clone Commander Attre enters talks with the local leader. He expresses interests in cooperating and also explains their plight to him and the splintered nature of Republic forces, other potential looming dangers, and states they’ll need their support financially to liberate Edichi. Attre asks if he has any information regarding the nearby city-states.
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(Mod) Commander Attre and his retinue inquire with much of Edichi’s corporations, specifically those with presence in Arranoc. Though he briefly mentions a contract for a Venator, he mostly seems interested in expanding the starfighter fleet with a compliment of Alpha-3 Nimbus Class V-Wing starfighters.
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(Mod) A platoon worth of clone troopers are selected as candidates for the revived ARC trooper program. The aim is to create a fast-response, flexible unit of special forces. Meanwhile, the 100 recruits also undergo standardized training.
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(Mod) Construction of Central Base amidst the mountains of Edichi’s northern continent continues, burrowing deeper into the mountains. In addition, the clones dig themselves in, aiming to establish a fluid line of defenses in multiple layers. Artillery batteries, trenches, listening posts, and bunkers and mines.
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203rd ATTACK BATTALION
Clone Commander Attre assesses the situation on the surface of Edichi, c. 17 BBY
Commander Attre stood at the center of his command tent, flanked by what appeared to be his most trusted lieutenants. Their gazes were fixed upon the table center to all of them. On the table was a holographic projection of the surrounding area, with markers denoting areas of particular interest. The harsh wind outside the tent, bit at the armor of the troopers, and whipped at the surface of the tent. Vision was restricted to but a few meters in front of oneself., as heavy snowfalls piled atop the ground, throughout the day. It wasn’t an optimal situation to find yourself in, though, at least they would not be pursued this far north.
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“Sir?” a familiar voice called out. Though, all the voices he’d heard recently heard were familiar. They were clone troopers. They looked the same, spoke the same, and possessed the same tenacity and ferocity of loyalty. They were his brothers, and to an extent, all he ever knew. For he and his brethren were created in the cloning facilities of Kamino, bred for combat against the Separtist menace.
Attre had tuned out the conversation at hand, his mind was elsewhere, “Yes?” he replied, staring out across the table emptily towards the trooper who stood before him. Unsure of exactly, whose voice it was, he was glad he had his helmet on.
“We can’t stay here much longer.” the clone added. By now, he knew he who he was speaking with. His trusted friend, since the Geonosian campaign, CT-1777, or as the Battalion had come to know him as, ‘Lucky’. Attre regained his bearings, glancing across the visors of the other clones assembled before him, CT-4007 ‘Octane’, CT-6185 ‘Gibbs’, CT-4015 ‘Blisk’, CT-4027 ‘Thorne’, and CT-5190 ‘Sloane’.
He had memorized all their serial numbers and the nicknames by now which many went by. The clones, he often thought to himself, too were pushed off the assembly line as Separtist droids were. But, whenever these thoughts resonated in his mind, he assured himself that clones were better than that. That they possess individuality and spirit, and were not mindless automatons “I agree, though to where, I remain unsure.”
“I’ve tried hailing the locals through open transmission several times. No answer.” Lucky said.
“Interference from the storm?” asked Gibbs.
“Doubtful. We’ve got a deep transmitter. Maybe we’re being jammed.” added Lucky.
“Whatever the case, we need to get moving. We’ve nearly exhausted all of the region’s resources.” commented Sloane.
“Closest city is a short trip south, along the coast. Not too sure the locals will receive us.” said Gibbs.
“They probably see us as an invading force. I’d stay away from them. Don’t think we have the manpower to keep a civilian populace in check.” said Blisk.
Attre had let the clones speak among themselves, formulating his own strategy while they pointed various concerns or intelligence regarding the mission. He valued the opinion of his brothers deeply, although, it would be him who decided the fate of what remained of the Battalion. He heaved a burdened sigh, addressing all of those within the tent, “Listen here. Here’s what’s gonna happen. There’s two issues I see that needed to be tended to foremost. We need a permanent base of operations, and we need to compensate for our reduced numbers. I say take a hundred, and fly them directly south with one of our Acclimators and one hundred fifty men. There, you should hit a mountain range, fortify it and dig into the sides of the mountains. The other Acclimator and the rest will go beyond those mountains. If they push forward enough, the second group should come upon a coastal city. We’re gonna need to replenish our numbers, and we’ll start there. I’m going to head the recruiting op. Lucky, Gibbs, Octane - you’re with me. Blisk will head the base efforts - Sloane and and Thorne, you report to him. Any questions?” Attre concluded, scanning the faces of his officers.
“Uh yes, sir.” Lucky raised his chin, “What if the locals start blasting us?”
“Well, you better hope you don’t get hit.”
Lucky cocked his head to the side, though knew better not to dabble upon it.
“Anything else?”
“What about our remaining capital ships? That leaves our light cruisers and star destroyers on standby.” inquired Thorne.
“Ah, of course.” nodded Attre. Attre paused a moment, fiddling with the dials of the holoprojector. After a moment, a new image was displayed - a map of the entire system. “Right. Edichi has two satellites. We’ll go to the larger one and scour the surface for minerals. For that, we’ll dispatch our two Victory-classes and two of our light cruisers. Take whatever is of value, and return to the mountains. Hopefully by then, we’ll have some place to call home. I’ll contact Admiral Condotta and inform him of what we’ve discussed. I believe we are finished here. Pack your things, for we execute the mission on sunrise.”
“Aye, sir.” the clones called out in unison, snapping salutes and turning as they began to make their preparations. They dispersed in each direction, going to give their companies their new directives.
Attre, sighed once more, leaning upon the holotable, staring deeply into the three-dimensional projection. It was now time to act. More than ever, he felt the weight upon his shoulders.
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ACTIONS
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An Acclimator and a detachment of 150 clone troopers are sent to the mountains south of the northern tundra of Edichi. Their task is to scout the various peaks and valleys for a suitable base location. They have permission to use whatever blasting and mining equipment at their disposal, and begin the construction of a permanent base.
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The second task force will fly past the potential base site towards the ocean. The Acclimator, flanked by two light cruisers will approach the coastal city and disembark their men. A show of force, with much of the 203rd Battalion’s armor and infantry will march throughout the city. If allowed, they’ll attempt to recruit from the populace and assure them they mean no harm. If aggressed upon, they will not hesitate to return fire.
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The third task force will be comprised of two Victory-class star destroyers and the remaining two Arquitens-class light cruisers. They are tasked with surveying the surface of Edichi’s larger moon and excavating any potential minerals or salvaging any debris. If engaged by a larger force, their orders are to retreat to into the denser of the asteroid belts. Otherwise, the salvage teams will proceed with the plan.
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“It’s over Gladewynn, we have the highgrou- oh.”
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Application
Applications will not be accepted on a first come first serve principle
Discord: tank?#8655
Faction of Choice: Republic Remnant 9
Faction Name: 203rd Attack Battalion
Brief Faction History: The 203rd Attack Battalion is a battle hardened unit which has seen extensive service throughout all corners of the galaxy. They were first distinguished during the opening battle of the Clone Wars on Geonosis, where they had spearheaded a major Republic offensive against CIS strongholds. It is from the battle of Geonosis that the 203rd Attack Battalion had gained the reputation as fierce and fearless shock troopers. They became a vital asset to the Republic, and were thus often transferred from planet to planet, ensuring that Republic invasions were swift and decisive. The clone troopers of the 203rd Attack Battalion had formed a nearly unbreakable bond throughout their various campaigns, and operated with unparalleled cohesion. With their high stakes deployments, there was often need of replacements. ‘Shinies’ of the 203rd were known to have been put through grueling trials to prove their worth and loyalty to the Battalion. Contact has since been lost with the 203rd. With the years progressing, and the transformation of the Republic into the Empire, many had come to believe that they had been fully wiped out.
Hero Name: CC-2015 Commander Attre
Brief Hero backstory: Commander Attre is a clone commander with extensive campaign history across the galaxy. His methods were known to be extreme, although effective. However, this had caught the ire of Republic High Command. However, with communications cut off from the wider galaxy, it seems he has resorted to his resolutions and strategies of old. A number of men had resented the brutality of his tactics; ranging from executions, torture, to reckless collateral damage. Yet, it his nature of refusing to hold back which kept the unit alive to the point it is today. A small number of dissidents had planned to relieve him of command, although, he had caught word and had them summarily executed and made an example of. Confident that all collaborators and mutineers had been put to rest, he now has one priority – ensuring the survival of his men on this desolate rock.
Hero Point Acquisition:
- 4 Command
- 3 Combat
- 1 Mechanical/Tech Proficiency
- 1 Knowledge
- 1 Piloting
Any specific items/equipment request: Dual DC-17 Hand Blasters, R2-Series Astromech Droid
Suggestions?: Just like the simulations.
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Ser Carlovac squints as he reads the signatures.
22 minutes ago, ChaseusBelli said:HER EMINENCE, The Mortal Queen Renn Vaeloryïs; True Crown Royarch of United Elvenesse and Sovereign Lady of the Woodland Realms, Defender of the Loftywoods, Barrowlands, and Grove. Inheritor likewise of the Exalted Legacy of Old Normandor, Leumalin and Luminaire. Devoted Shepherd of the Elder Blood, and Soothsayer of the Emerald Way; Rightful Lady of the Fae, and Chosen of the Aspects.
22 minutes ago, ChaseusBelli said:True Crown Royarch of United Elvenesse.
22 minutes ago, ChaseusBelli said:United Elvenesse
“Clearly not.”
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“Frankly, I am appalled.. disgusted, perhaps. Or a combination of the two.” spoke Ser Carlovac resentfully, tossing the notice into a bin at the furthest most corner of his office.
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Carlovac frowns as elves adopt High Imperial names.
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Ser Carlovac sweats profusely; marauding bands of Priorist paramilitaries patrolling Augustus Street and Romstun Road.
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papyb made me feel confident about my choice of attire and is verifiably female
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1 minute ago, ChaseusBelli said:
make it better then your raid rules please
Very constructive feedback.
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Full Name: Charles Henry Kovacs
Year of Birth: ~ 1656
City of Primary Residency: Carolustadt
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“Wonder what this Parliament will be able to accomplish...” pondered Ser Carlovac, perusing the congressional chamber.
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A Knight Panther preparing to do battle, adorned in his Kharajyr-skin pelt.
ORDER OF THE KNIGHTS PANTHER
The Knights Panther are a chapter of Imperial knights wholly dedicated to preservation of the Empire against beings eldritch and taboo. They are staunch opponents to actions considered degenerate and will take all necessary precautionary measures to ensure the Empire’s purity. Their goals are largely unknown, but many have come to believe that they merely serve what they believe to be ‘for the good of the Empire’. More often than not, this leaves them to align with the Emperor’s prerogative. As such, they can often be seen riding out into battle amongst their knightly brethren of other chapters and His Imperial Majesty’s State Army. Though working in tandem with the rest of the Emperor’s humble servants, they may sooner yet take actions into their own hands. Should one be deemed a mutant or espouse heretical practices, they may find themselves cut down without remorse and little afterthought.
Out of all knightley Chapters, by far, the Knights Panther are most easily distinguishable. Almost always will they be found, wrapped in their large fur cloaks. Their cloaks are typically crafted of Kharajyr pelt and serve to denote their status. The tradition of wearing Kharajyr skin pelt derives from the ancient Renatian aristocratic desire to flaunt their prowess. As such, many nobles and knights would often publicly display trophies taken from their vanquished foes. In time, this shifted from game animals to the sapient Kharajyr, and all respective subraces. While far from ingenuitive as human minds, they were not be underestimated. Their sharp claws and razor-like fangs could make quick work of an unarmored or unsuspecting man. Many had also come to be seen as treacherous and deceitful. Thus, while not publicly condoned, the seeking out and killing of the Kharajyr became widely accepted amongst the Knights of Renatus. Considered elusive, it seemed a remarkable feat to slay one and collect its pelt. Many of the Knights put their prize on display. Hence, why many Knights Panther either wear the pelts around their bodies, as part of their armor and clothing, or perhaps in their saddles.
In terms of recruitment, the Order of the Knights Panther seemed to possess fairly relaxed laws on who may join their ranks. The requirements to join the Knights Panther are rather straightforward and mundane. First and foremost, an aspirant Knight Panther must possess no less than 100% Human blood and must be able to trace their ancestry back at least two generations. And secondly, An aspirant Knight or a squire to become formally accepted within the ranks of the Knights Panther must prove his worth and cunning by seeking out and skinning a Kharajyr, on top of whatever knightly duties that one might possess. However, in more recent times, this has simply evolved into collecting the pelt of any feline of prey. Only then may a man be admitted into the circle of the Knights Panther.
The Knights Panther, despite their staunch opposition to heretical and degenerate practices, are most definitely a secular order, acting in the Empire’s interest rather than that of the Church. Though, the goals of both may frequently align.
When riding into battle the Knights of the Panther have been known typically shout the words, “Judgement awaits!” It has become widely accepted that the use of this phrase extends as their ‘warcry’. However, it is unknown who or what is receiving judgement. While some speculate that it indicates that the Order are ready to accept their fate should they fall in battle, others believe that it is Knights Panther sending the souls of the vanquished to be damned, before the Creator. Either way, the chilling howl of their warcry is almost always followed by a devastating cavalry charge in lance formation, plowing forward with little discretion.
The exact date which the Knights Panther were found is lost to history, though many believe that it was formed during the early sixteenth century. The Order follows a unilateral command structure - with the Grandmaster in charge of the Order. The Grandmaster is typically a knight who has displayed remarkable skill in battle or a hardened veteran of several campaigns. While, in the past, the position of Grandmaster seemed to have been elected - in more recent times, the Grandmaster has appointed his successor.
The Knights Panther are known to establish many forward outposts across the continent in the efforts of their everlasting Crusade against the impure. Their main chapterhouse is located in the lower district of Carolustadt, where they base all their activities out of.
The heraldry of the Knights Panther is that of a Renatian Panther - native to the dense forests of the Imperial glades. The Panther is either displayed in either one of two ways. On a shield, the Panther is typically portrayed sable, with the Panther rampant. Otherwise, the standard may be flown at the tip of a lance. The pennon would have a Panther passant guardant counter charged.13 -
1 hour ago, Suxals said:
Whenever i have visited both cities i have always found more activity at Haense than Carolustadt... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
That's what anyone would say were they trying to defend their own nation. If you're going to make an argument, do it without throwing another settlement under the bus with an unsubstantiated claim. I've never seen you around Carolustadt before.
1 hour ago, Suxals said:And the activity checks that the GMs broadcast usually show Haense in the top 3 of the active settlements while Carolustadt is far away in the ranking... but maybe that's subjective depending of the time.
And the random activity checks are an inherently flawed system. When they are conducted is up to the discretion of the GM doing it - whoever is. I don't know about you, but I haven't seen any broadcasts this past week. And this past week our activity has been soaring, since the city is actually completed and construction over.
Screenshots like this show how arbitrary the pulling of numbers is:
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51 minutes ago, Suxals said:
So... Haense wont have nation status in the next map because they are part of the Empire even though they are way more active than the Capital of the Empire? Explain please.
I understand that you're trying to make a point, but you just spewed a blatant lie. I can confidently say Carolustadt has been leading the server in terms of activity, as of recent. Less than a week ago we had 40 people in the city at an off hour doing various sorts of RP. So yes, we have RP outside of Court.
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"Ah, the women won't see how hideous to behold Ser Robert is. Perhaps he has a chance!" exclaims Ser Carlovac, donning his new Kharajyr-skin pelt.
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Ser Carlovac dons his pinata suit, "Come 'n get me."
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Guys, I didn't expect the result of the last battle at all. Extremely dynamic events!
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this is why you don't let go of their hands
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Ser Carlovac would be seated in the Mos le'Harmless Cantina with much of the grizzled vets from the days of Renatus's infancy, "Hey, remember that time the High Elves joined the Coalition opposing us? Yeah, I do too."
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Floride Française
Southern Florida, Spring 1601
The French colonists had made landfall at the Southern tip of the Floridian peninsula. They had all but exhausted their resources and food supplies and had to come ashore. They took to their rowboats and paddled to the coast. Andreas Piccard, whom the aristocracy had chosen to lead this expedition to the New World, felt the pressure upon him. As they slowly inched closer to land through the choppy waves, he was bombarded with thoughts, concerns, and even regrets. "If this journey fails, it will be on me. This climate is nothing like I thought it'd be. What if bloodthirsty savages inhabit these lands?"
He snapped back to reality only when he had heard the sound of one of the sailor's hurling off the side of the ship, liquid dribbling from his mouth. He turned to the man, still engaged in deep thought. I must not think this way. If I have any doubt now then I have already admitted defeat. The sailor practically had his face in the water as the small vessel rocked back in forth. He reeled back in, wiping the residue off his face, before nearly throwing himself off the rowboat again, hurling into the water. These men are counting on me. I cannot let them down. Andreas had suddenly found himself renewed in resolve and courage, more than he knew that he had within himself.
As they pulled the rowboats up the beaches and away from the tide lines, they wasted no time.
Within weeks, their first permanent settlement had taken shape. Several lodgings, wooden walls lining the perimeter, a weapons foundry, a barracks, and outlying farmlands. He had called it Couronne. The name land around - Floride - due to its flowery nature. They expected the worst and prepared. Finally, after more than two months at sea, Andreas had something to be proud of. Yet, with this new settlement, he knew he could not sit idle. His people needed to prosper rather than merely get by. After a survey of the area, he believed he already had a grasp upon the region's shortcomings. Issues varied from inadequate trees for lumbering, pesky insects and alligators, and to concerns about agriculture. They would have to make do.
Couronne, Floride, Summer 1601
In an effort to sieze as much of the coast as possible, explorers were sent out to the east of Couronne. Andreas knew that having such uncontested access to the Atlantic could prove beneficial in the near future.
Actions
Population: 2,000
Food Supply: 1 (Base) + 2 (1 Farmlands) = 3 FS
AP Production: 5 (Base) + 2 (1 Foundry) + 3 (1 Settlement) - 1 (Army Upkeep) = 9 AP
AP Allocation: 2 Colonists (8 AP), Markets (1/60 AP)
Decisions: Scouting parties are sent towards the coast east and north eastward towards the Atlantic.
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Colony Name: Floride
Nation of Origin: France
Religion (Catholic, Protestant, or Othordox): Catholic
Colony History: Rumors of the New World have reached the ears of circles of the French aristocracy. They could not sit idle while other nations reaped the benefits of the land. They decided that they needed to begin their own efforts before the major powers gobbled up what precious territory there was. Some of the more affluent among French society would sponsor many a peasants in their voyage across the Atlantic. They believed that the wealth would flow right into their coffers. Yet, they were unaware of the hardships to come.
Starting Location: (fill in a square & PM to either mod) Southern tip of Florida.
Initial 200 AP investments:
100 Militia (1)
100 Arquebusiers (5)
400 Pikemen (16)
2 Light Cannons (4)
2 Saker Cannons (6)
1 Barracks (45)
1 Foundry (50)
Wooden City Walls (20)
1 Farmland (40)
3 Corvettes (9)
2 Small Freighters (4)
(hopefully i did this math right)
Unique Military Unit: Gendarme de la Garde
Discord: tank?#8655
Suggestions: Disease and natural disasters.
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Reaffirmation of Knighthood
Name (and House if applicable): Carlovac Henrik of Kovachev
Age: Mid-30s
Knighted By: Aurelius I Horen
Moniker: The Inventor
Liege Lord: Aurelius I Horen
Lands: N/A
Are you willing to reaffirm your vows of chivalry and fealty to the Emperor and Country?: Yes
Coat of Arms:
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Star Wars - Shadows of the Past [RP]
in Forum Roleplay
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203rd Battalion Report
A LAAT gunship arrives in Arranoc, ferrying troopers between Baseplate and Arranoc City.
Attre gathered the officers of the Arranoc garrison into his command tent. They had set aside a portion of the city to act as a small Forward Operating Base. For all intents and purposes, it was its own community within the city. Sentries patrolled the length of the hastily erected palisade, all the while, the Battalion’s single HAVw-A6 cast it’s shadow over the makeshift camp. Other soldiers traveled inside the camp - drilling or marching, using the refresher, heading to the bacta tanks, or perhaps even playing a game of ball. There was a handful of small facilities, though, it was by no means a permanent settlement. Merely, an area in which to house the garrison. Barracks housed a company worth of clones who formed the backbone of Republic presence within the city. As volunteers steadily enlisted in the G.A.R. it was these troopers who put them through the paces. Just beyond Attre’s command test, a trooper was putting a new squad of Edichi natives through blaster training. Some got the hang of it faster than others.
As Octane pushed to the center of the room, Attre could now proceed with the new debrief. He wasted no time, cutting to the chase. “Alright, men. The leader of Arranoc seems pretty sympathetic to our cause. We either need to make further strides - as in puppet him. Our situation is dire and we lack proper funds to maintain a fully efficient fighting force. We need to be able to extract funds from this city if he have chance of having meaningful presence. If we can’t pull his strings, we’ll need to replace him.”
“Ah, subversion. My speciality.” chuckled CT-4777 ‘Lucky’.
“Maybe. We’ll have to see - depending on where this goes.”
“What do you want from us? To sweet talk him?” inquired another clone lieutenant, a recently promoted trooper named Kanto.
“Make him and the ruling elite see that they need us. Talk to the leaders of the guilds and corporations. Seek out the city councillors and the prominent members. Strongarm them - that there is no other choice. Perhaps if they run elections, ensure that pro-Republic representatives are selected for office.” said Attre.
“You make it sound so simple.” replied Kanto.
“Maybe, but I’m trusting all of you with this.”
“Yeah, I don’t foresee this backfiring. In fact, I’ll go charm the head honcho.” stated Lucky, carrying an air of confidence. Though he had his helmet on, one would suspect he carried a grin, tapping his helmet, which had three 7s painted onto it akin to those of a slot machine.
“You’d better be serious.” said Attre skeptically.
“Oh, I am.” he remarked.
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A live-fire exercise at the ARC trooper program at Baseplate, using less-than-lethal bolts.
“You lads remember the Citadel Challenge on Kamino? Well, this new scenario makes the Citadel it’s b*tch.” - CT 5190 ‘Sloane’
“Jager, Kovic, give me sitrep.” the clone sergeant sounded, body against the wall of the primary entry point of the simulated compound.
“Jager in position. Your six is clear. Counting at least ten hostiles. Two Supers. VIP being held in the upstairs master bedroom.”
“Kovic moving up to rooftop for vertical assault.”
“Copy.” the sergeant replied, gripping his DC-15 blaster rightly. He shifted his body, standing parallel to the door’s entrance. He briefly glanced to his feet, making sure he wouldn’t trip up on entry, then across to the trooper opposite of him; Lance. “Lance, thermal inside the window on my mark.”
Lance removed one of the detonators from his waist, clutching it within the palm of his hand, nodding to his superior. He waited for his cue from the Sergeant, Hornet. He extended three fingers, holding it up for Lance to see clearly. The trooper activated the grenade, nodding, as Hornet counted quietly. “Three. Two. One.” to which the clone blindly lobbed the grenade around the corner of house’s front window.
A soft clank was heard on the other side. The droids in that room definitely had to have heard it. Though, if there timing was right, they’d have no time to react to the following explosion. Boom.
The troopers followed in afterwards. Hornet drove his boot into the door with all his might, sending it flying back inwards. One behind the other, they entered. They naturally drew to opposite sides of the room. The room had been resigned to nothing more than a charred mess. What was left of a B2 appeared to been caught in the epicenter of the blast, and a couple of B1s lay on the ground, appearing inoperative.
“Clear left.”
“Clear right.”
“Move up.”
And at that moment a pair of B1s rushed down a nearby flight of stairs, blasters primed. The troopers ducked behind the remains of furniture, caught off guard. Red traces of plasma raced just inches past them, many of which striking the wall behind them.. As blasters struck all across the room, chips of debris showered the two troopers. They were pinned by a hail of fire, and dropped to the ground behind an overturned couch, scorching from the thermal detonator’s explosion.
Lance braved the blasters, peering out from behind the cover of a couch, and squeezing three successive shots from his DC-15, neutralizing the rightmost of the droids. The second droid turned his attention to the source of the blaster fire and returned fire in the general direction, although by that time, Lance had already retreated.
Hornet now had the opportunity to take out the remain, riskily peaking over the top of the sofa and capping the droid with two shots from his DC-17.
The duo nodded two each other with Hornet signalling to the staircase in which the droids had utilize to blindside them. Lance brushed past Hornet, offering him a slight punch to the shoulder, “I’ve got point.”
Hornet scoffed, “No more surprises like that, please.”
The trooper snapped his weapon forward, one foot beginning to climb up the stairs,“Don’t need to tell me twice.”
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RNS Dauntless in geosynchronous orbit over Edichi
“Sorry sir, I’m just -- not in my element.”
“None of us are; being refined to mining operations. Yet the future of our operations on Edichi relies upon it.”
“We’re doing our part, I suppose.”
“Let there be no doubt about it.”
“I’d just rather be taking the fight to the Seppies. Wherever they are..”
“There is a certain thrill about it, isn’t there.”
“Oh, it’s even better on the ground, I assure you, Admiral.” chimed in one of the marine’s on bridge duty.
“Better than nearly be vented into the void when buzzdroids nearly breached the transparisteel?”
“W-well…” the trooper stammered.
The elder Admiral merely chuckled, hobbling to the front of the bridge. It had become quite apparent he has developed some sort of spinal or back injury. Yet, he persisted, showing devotion to his post. As he walked through the central aisle, many of the bridge officers couldn’t help but shoot him a glance. It was clear that the men and women of the Dauntless had a deep admiration for him. The respect was mutual, running both ways. He couldn’t have gotten a better crew, and thus owed it to them to give it his best.
The First mate stepped to his side, though his gaze was fixated forward, locked upon the emptiness of vacuum that engulfed them. “Your orders, sir?”
Admiral Condotta sealed his eyes, exhaling deeply through his nostrils. He swayed slightly, though his feet planted on the bridge floor. “Bring us about. To the inner asteroid field of the Edichi system. We have much work to do.”
“Aye aye, sir. Engaging aft sublight thrusters.”
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ACTIONS
The ARC trooper programs proceeds. As they progress, the troopers in charge of the efforts refer to the training programs they performed during their time on Kamino. (Mod)
Standardized training of the Raw Recruits proceeds. (Mod)
Recruitment and propaganda persists still within Arranoc. (Mod)
Republic forces of the 203rd Brigade work to assimilate the city they ‘occupy’. They begin a hearts and minds campaign. Troopers interact with locals, taking off their helmets to reveal their humanity. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Republic agents are meeting with key individuals to garner support for a full Republic peaceful takeover. (Mod)
The fleet, comprised of the Victory-class star destroyer, two Acclammators, and two Arquitens-class cruisers venture towards the inner asteroid belt of the Edichi system in a salvage/mining operation. (Mod)
The 203rd pursues a production contract with Ethos Manufacturing. If a takeover of Arranoc is successful, tax revenue will be used to fund additional starfighters. In addition, whatever scrap remained from the initial salvage operation is offered as a bargaining chip. (Mod)
Painstakingly, the troopers at Home Base continue their construction amidst the mountains, attempting to burrow further into the mountain. (Mod)